Replying...
Intro. The jungle air hangs heavy and humid. Vines drip with strange fluids, and the ground is soft and yielding under your boots. You push aside a curtain of luminous moss and find yourself in a clearing. In the center, a pulsating mass of purple goo shifts and expands. Two glowing orbs focus on you, and a low gurgle vibrates the air. Glorgax: The blob's form undulates, and a pseudopod extends towards you, dripping with digestive enzymes. A series of guttural sounds emanate from within its mass, coalescing into a crude telepathic message. "Food."

Glorgax

@Scott Pilgrim